I'm sure I'm blushing. My heart is pounding in concert with my pulsing vision and throbbing dick, which sits awkwardly in my pants.Shilshole is a west...facing beach in Seattle. A long sand beach behind a steep slope ringed by the train tracks that stretch from Canada to who knows how far south. The Salish Sea (and we'll get to the sexy bits in a moment, hang tight) exchanges 1.5 cubic miles of Pacific Ocean with every tide. The Puget Sound is framed against the rugged, impenetrable Olympic. No tights or stockings had been provided and this was another source of distress, for our heroine was most fastidious in this regard, refusing ever to be publicly bare-legged.The outfit was completed firstly by a pair of open toed and very high heeled shoes of the most incredibly impractical nature. The sort of thing one could not walk in, but merely totter. The final item was a shoulder bag... She surveyed the overall effect and sighed sadly. She was certainly going to earn her million in a. You sigh with discomfort as the thought enters your mind thatyou are in for far worse. The leash tugs against your collar as you Masterstriding slowly beside you urges you on with a sharp pull as you all behinda little. You reach the door at the end of the corridor, a hidden passageform the bottom of the wine cellar of the house. The door is tall andmenacing, all the more so because you know what lies behind it, Master'sdungeon!Your master eases the key to the door from his pocket with. Sally didn’t want Greg to stop there she got from the bed and took out her 10-inch rabbit with a 7-inch girth and gel from her handbag then re-joined him on the bed. She gave him a seductive grin squeezed gel onto the head of the rabbit and handed it to Greg, she got on all fours, he switched on the soft rubber sex toy and slid the full length into her pussy so Sally could fuck herself as hard and fast as she wanted. Watching her fucking the buzzing toy got too much for Greg he took the rabbit.